Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

At this time, a few students from the Medical University came over, and when they heard about Lu Qingyun's situation, they burst into tears on the spot.

"Doctor, save him again."

The doctor sighed: "Why bother, you are all medical students, and you know his situation well, the sooner you leave, the sooner you will be relieved."

The students were out of breath: "Doctor, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. We have made an appointment to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together. He wants to eat egg yolk mooncakes. We bought them for him, and we also bought him new ones." clothing……"

"Doctor, please save him again, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival...why, how can I let him go at this time..."

On the day when thousands of houses are lit up and the whole family is reunited, Mr. Lu is really too pitiful.

The doctor sighed and asked the nurse to push Lu Qingyun to the emergency room.

……

In the early hours of the morning, Lu Qingyun's heartbeat finally returned to normal, but he still didn't wake up. His weak breathing and pale cheeks announced that he might leave again.

The students of the medical university stood by the hospital bed, holding Lu Qingyun's hand: "Mr. Lu? Mr. Lu?"

"Mr. Lu, we brought you mooncakes, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"It's your favorite egg yolk mooncake."

"Last time you said you wanted a new hat and I bought it for you, look, do you like it?"

"..."

Lu Qingyun fell asleep quietly and did not give them any response.

Several little girls stayed in the hospital until after seven o'clock in the morning, and Lu Qingyun finally woke up.

"Mr. Lu!"

"Mr. Lu, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Lu Qingyun was stunned for a long time, his body couldn't keep up with the speed of reaction, and it took him a long time to recognize the person. He raised his finger with difficulty, and moved his lips: "You too... Happy Mid-Autumn Festival... Be happy... Today is the holiday, don't cry..."

"Mr. Lu, do you want to eat moon cakes? We brought you a lot of them."

Lu Qingyun shook his head wearily.

"Then, let's eat later. Let's talk with you."

Lu Qingyun didn't even have the strength to nod now.

The little girls sat around Lu Qingyun's bed, chirping and telling Lu Qingyun all the fun things that happened recently.

Lu Qingyun kept his eyes closed, and occasionally when he heard something funny, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up. At that time, his frown would be relaxed, and a faint blush would appear on his pale face .

The little girls were a little stunned. They had never seen a person who was so sick and so good-looking. It was just like the sick beauty described in the novel. How beautiful Mr. Lu would be when he was healthy.

It's a pity that they may never see each other again.

They stayed in the hospital until after ten o'clock, and received calls from family members one after another.

These students are all foreigners. During the three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, the family members are looking forward to them going home early for the holiday, but in Lu Qingyun's situation, it's hard to say whether they can see the next side after they leave. How could they leave? ...

The phone was intermittent, and a little girl went to the door to call again: "Grandma, a friend of mine is sick and I'm in the hospital. I'll be home late. Don't worry, I will definitely go back to spend the holidays with you..."

Lu Qingyun felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes, "You guys... let's go, go home for the holidays."

"Mr. Lu, we are here to accompany you."

Lu Qingyun: "Go, spend more time with your family... After the holidays... come and see me after the festival."

After the festival, will we still see Lu Qingyun?

Everyone in the room fell silent.

Lu Qingyun: "My brother will come to accompany me later, you can come to see me...I'm very happy, let's all go."

The young girls are innocent and easy to deceive. They were relieved when they heard that someone would come to accompany Lu Qingyun later. They put the mooncakes by Lu Qingyun's hand: "Mr. Lu, remember to eat mooncakes. We will be back after the festival."

"……it is good."

"Mr. Lu, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"……Um."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lu."

Lu Qingyun raised her finger: "...bye."

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Qingyun's heartbeat and blood pressure became abnormal again. The doctor tried to call Lu Mingxu twice, but they couldn't get through. In this case, the doctor could only give up the rescue of Lu Qingyun.

"Mr. Lu, you are a very strong and great person. Thank you for your contribution to the medical cause of mankind. We will always remember you."

Lu Qingyun opened his weak eyes early on, as if he understood, nodded slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At 24:[-] p.m., Lu Qingyun's heartbeat finally tended to a straight line without ups and downs, and the cold instrument gave out piercing screams.

The doctors stood in a circle around Lu Qingyun's bed, bowing their heads in silent tribute.

When removing various instruments and wires from Lu Qingyun's body, the doctor found a lot of bite wounds on Lu Qingyun's wrist. There is no doubt that these were bitten out by Lu Qingyun himself.

Lu Qingyun's illness was very painful. Generally, patients with advanced gastric cancer could not survive for half a year, but the illness tortured Lu Qingyun for about a year.

Lu Qingyun has never cried out for pain. They have seen many patients who were so painful that they cried and yelled and hit their heads against the wall, and they all knelt down, but Lu Qingyun couldn't. He was always quiet, reading books, playing games, and listening to music. , listen to cross talk...

But when they saw the layers of old injuries on Lu Qingyun's wrist, they suddenly realized that he didn't hurt, but no one cared about him, and there was no one to talk about his pain. He could only bite his own wrist, and could only A person silently endured the long and unbearable pain.

Still such a young lad.

What a pity.

Because Lu Qingyun signed the body donation procedures, he had to be sent to the freezer in the mortuary first, and then waited for the people from the Medical University to come and hand over.

The doctor frowned when he saw the mooncake on the bedside that hadn't been opened yet, walked over to take a piece of mooncake, and gently placed it on Lu Qingyun's chest.

If the group of children knew that he didn't eat a mooncake until he died, they would probably die of pain.

……

Meng Yunjian had a dream.

He dreamed of Lu Qingyun.

In the dream, Lu Qingyun was wearing the white dress they wore on the day of their marriage certificate, sitting on the floor not far away, the sun poured in from the window, and a string of soft light fell on his head. Misty, very cute.

Meng Yunjian wanted to ask him where he had been, why he didn't answer the phone, and why he ignored Jian Jian.

Lu Qingyun: "Yun Jian, I'm sorry, I seem to have caused you a lot of trouble, please forgive me, I'm leaving, you take good care of Jian Jian, please."

He just asked, "Where are you going?"

Then the next second, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

His body was already drenched with sweat, Meng Yunjian touched his forehead, his palms were covered with dense beads of sweat.

He took a few breaths, took a sip of water from the glass on the bedside, and let his beating heart return to its original place. The clock on the wall was quietly pointing to 24:[-].

How could he dream of Lu Qingyun.

"It's a big festival, it's really fucking unlucky."

He gritted his teeth and cursed, got up and went to the living room.

Bai Canyang and Jian Jian were playing jigsaw puzzles in the living room. Seeing Meng Yunjian coming out, Bai Canyang laughed immediately: "Brother Yun Jian, Jian Jian is so smart, he can do it much faster than me."

Jane didn't speak.

Bai Canyang: "Let's have lunch. I made a lot of delicious food. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Jian Jian, what kind of moon cakes do you want to eat? Uncle Yang Yang bought many flavors."

Jane: "Egg yolk."

Bai Canyang: "We Jianjian used to like egg yolk flavor."

Jian Jian: "Daddy likes it."

Bai Canyang's complexion was a little ugly.

Jian Jian ran to Meng Yunjian's side, hugged his leg, and raised her head: "Dad, is Daddy coming to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with us today?"

Meng Yun remonstrated: "He won't come."

Jian Jian: "But the teacher said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion, why doesn't Daddy go home?"

Meng Yunjian was still irritated by that dream, but now he became a little impatient, pulled Jian Jian's hand away, and said coldly, "Probably he's dead."

Otherwise, how could he not even know how to make a phone call.

Meng Jian's eyes turned red in an instant, she curled her mouth, turned her head and ran to her bedroom.

Meng Yunjian also lost his temper: "Stop."

Meng Jian bit her lip, obviously angry, but stopped obediently.

Meng Yunjian said word by word: "Listen well, your father and I have divorced, he will not come again, he doesn't want you anymore, you and I are surnamed Meng, from now on in this family, you are not allowed to Did you hear a word about him?"

Meng Jian glanced at Bai Canyang: "Are you going to marry him?"

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